Author: Sara Wright

In the morning, I dive around like a little minnow into the nooks and crevices in my heart. There I discover first fear, but as I give it my attention, it blossoms into hope. I spent the day yesterday at my childhood home, and...

I wake this morning grateful for my full night’s sleep. I purr open more gradually than yesterday. It isn’t until my daughter tells me that her grandfather, Steve’s dad, died last night AND I discover that my debit card # was...

Last night I awoke, meditated, and realized that I would need to speak up a lot over the weeks and months ahead. We cannot stay silent. It’s like when I had to leave my church in South Carolina. Within a few weeks, the preacher...

Today is one of my last days living in the house I grew up in in Boulder. It’s a long story how I came to reside here, or a short one, depending whether there’s tea. Either way, as I walk along the foothills this morning with...